"Xixi, how's your practice going?" Great Grandfather walked in with a slight hunch in his back, but his steps were steady. That cane might as well be more of a decoration than a walking aid. "You're doing well, want to take a break?"
Du Xixi had just finished slicing the piece of tofu on the cutting board. As she lifted the knife away, a few pieces of tofu crumbs stuck to the blade, causing her to frown slightly and say with some disappointment, "I'm afraid it's still lacking a bit."
Great Grandfather chuckled and shook his head, gently consoling her, "Actually, you're doing great. Tofu is inherently soft and prone to crumbling, so having a bit of residue is quite normal after cutting."
"But when you finish cutting, the knife is spotless," Du Xixi obstinately pouted, "The Culinary God Competition is in half a month, and yet I'm still stuck at the skill level of Miss Xi Xi, which is really useless."
